The Deed

There is an incessant need,
to do the deed,
to say the words,
no matter how absurd.
The deed must be done,
for life waits for none,
and I cannot hide,
and I cannot run.
I must take the step,
I must make the plunge,
In this mess of life,
with my fears rife.
Fears of the unknown,
emerging from thoughts torn,
playing tricks with my mind,
rendering my judgement blind.
I know what to do,
As the tensions brew,
but I cannot get that start,
to let out my heart.